My departure yesterday was postponed as I bled in the operating theatre when the radiation apparatus was being extracted from my uturus.
Yesterday afternoon, I sat up for the first time(a dizzying experience) but wasn't able to stand.
This morning I was still weak + having trouble walking in the morning, so my departure got postponed another day.
This afternoon I gathered enough courage to continue to keep getting up and walking a few steps. Sitting and then taking a few more steps...I got to the point that I felt I was strong enough to have my first shower (sitting-down on a plastic chair) in over a week + washed my hair! Talk about the ritual of bathing as a therapeutic exercise!
Then after a snooze (that felt like an enormous exertion of energy), I went for two walks to the garden on the ground floor at the hospital. So now I feel that I'll be able to do the walk to the entrance of the hospital, get the taxi and then slowly climb those 5 flights of stairs tomorrow. I feel I have had enough of everything (my drawings have been about this today) : enough pills, enough radiation, enough injections, enough hospital food.
Really really ready to be home + eat some proper food.
text : la famille c'est le délire
So although I have finished my treatment 2 days ago, I'm still in the same room as when I had my treatment, so it's a bit odd living with the ghost of the last week, the radiation machine is near the wall... all a bit too close for comfort - am really ready to go ...
I'm taking less pills : am only on one anti-biotic.
Less injections: only one anti-coagulant a day.
So each moment does get better... thank you all for the moon-light beams that have been sent my way. keep on sending.